Thursday, November 02, 2006

William Styron, 1925–2006

Without being willing quite fully to admit it, I had begun to detest my charade of a job. I was not an editor, but a writer—a writer with the same ardor and the soaring wings of the Melville or the Flaubert or the Tolstoy or the Fitzgerald who had the power to rip my heart out and keep a part of it and who each night, separately and together, were summoning me to their incomparable vocation. William Styron, Sophie's Choice

[Written in my commonplace book, Spring 1993]


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